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☾--------~Skaði~--------☽

^{'Scathe, Death, Damage'}

Nickname: Skade

Gender: Female

Age: 3

Inquisitive ✸ Loyal ✸ Hot Headed ✸ Optimistic ✸ Cautious

Skade lives in a medium size tribe called Sóma Tribe and much like its name honor means everything to the wolves who live here.

She was bore from the Alphas of Sóma, and had the weight of taking their place put on her from the day she opened her eyes. She was the first born of 3. The youngest of them, a female, fell ill soon after birth and died. Her death came bfore her siblings eyes opened, so they know not to miss her. The death however weighs heavy on thier mother

{———~Faolán~———}

Faolán is a male Mexican wolf, of nobel stature. He stands at a height of 32 inches (2.6 ft) at the top of his withers. Faolán’s over all length from nose to tail, is about 60 inches (5ft), and he weighs a little over 80 pounds. He has a lean, yet muscular frame. He was built more for speed and stamina rather than strength, but don’t let that fool you, Faolán can certainly hold his own in a fight. His legs are long and agile, made for running. He has large ears, paws, and a long bushy tail.

Faolán’s fur is on the thicker side; Fine, yet soft to the touch. His pelt is made up of cream, rust, and black colors. His back is covered in darker fur with light speckles running through it, while his underbelly is mostly a cream shade. A rust colored stripe runs down the top of his snout, between his honey-yellow eyes. Faolán smells of freshly cut cedar, with underlying hints of mint.

Gear & accessories

Tied to the fur at the base of his left ear, two bald eagle feathers hang. Around his front two legs, he wears twin leather forearm cuffs. Tied around his neck a sheathed dagger hangs in its scabbard. The dagger is made up of a strong silver metal with two sharp edges that come to a piercing point. The handle of the dagger is wrapped tightly with a black leather, ending at the short crossguard. The scabbard that the dagger hangs in is also made of the same black leather and metal. The pommel that sits at the end of the dagger is square in shape with rounded edges. Its a perfect weapon for stabbing, cutting, and close combat.

Faolán is a wolf who comes off as kind of cold. He lost all his trust for others when he was accused of murder. This changed him. He’s harsh to those he meets, and he prefers to be alone, that way no one can hurt him.

He’s a clever wolf who uses his brain more than his brawn. But that bing said most of the decisions he makes are rash and reckless. He’s impatient with others, and doesn't like things done slowly. He’s stubborn and stuck to his ways, rarely, if ever, he will do something someone else's way.

(Sorry its so short, I dont 100% know how I want his personality to be. So it will mainly develop in the rp)

⥷ F A O L Á N ⭃

Steel sliced through flesh, blood splattered on the forest floor, seeping back into the earth from which it came.

“Keir! Stop this you’ve gone too far!” I pleaded, anger lacing my voice. The black and tan mountain lion lunged forward, a crazed look glossing over his silver eyes. Jumping back just out of reach of his sword, my eyes frantically searched the ground for my dagger that was lost in the initial attack. The movement caused a wave of pain to flow through my side where blood flowed, dripping to the ground. The way Keir moved with his blade, his intent was clear. He was trying to kill me.

“You know what? Fáolan,” He spoke my name with pure hatred and disgust, “I’ve just about had enough of you,” He stalked around me, eyes never wavering, “Plead all you want, please, do it again. Beg for your life as I take your head.” A growl laugh rumbled through his chest.

“You’re insane.” I spat the thick metallic blood from my mouth and watched the blood spill from the wound on his neck. The metal claws that he wore on his front paws clinked together as he walked. They glinted in the light as if they were begging to get dirtied with my blood. Everything about the animal in front of me screamed bloodthirsty. A shiver ran down my spine. Every muscle was pulled taunt and nerve stood on high alert. There has always been bad blood between us, arguments, small scuffles, stolen items, but... nothing like this.

Lowering to the ground I rocked back on my hind legs, pushing myself forward at him. My advance caught Keir off guard. He probably expected me to turn tail and run, but running from a fight wasn’t in my nature, especially if my life was on the line. My front paws landed on the top of his blade, causing his head to fall forward as he tired to hold on. Using all my body weight I pushed the blade from his jaws and to the ground. As soon at the metal touched the soil I barreled into his chest, getting him away from the weapon. A yowl came from Keir, his metal claws swiped at me out of the corner of my eye, the tip of one of the blades scratching my shoulder as I tired to move away. He didn’t let up. Jumping a half leg to the right, he charged. With a thud my body hit the ground. The wind was knocked from my lungs, causing my body to slow. With a raspy breath I tried to regain the air I lost, tried to get my mind to focus.

“Die!!” Keir sprang forward, claws outstretched like an eagles, ready to catch its prey. No!, my mind screamed. At the last second I rolled over to my other side, narrowly missing the blades aimed for my heart. With a spin and my back legs aimed at his paws, I kicked at the blades that were caught in the ground, snapping the thin metal. Keir cried out, in anger or in pain I wasn’t sure.

Now we were both unarmed. Something out of place caught my eye, black in grass and dirt. My dagger! Glancing back at Keir, it was like we had the same idea. Scrambling to my feet I ran towards my blade as he ran for his. In those fleeting moments, it was like the world slowed, but my heart was beating as fast as ever. The sound of my paws hitting the ground was like drums beating in my ears. The scent of blood was strong enough to make me gag. The fear of dying weighing on my mind. Then the world sped up again, too fast. My claws dug in the dirt as I skidded to a halt, scooping up the leather handle in my maw, simultaneously turning to face Keir.

Steel glinted in my eyes as I turned. How did he move so fast. The blade tip swinging down, ready to strike me in the back if I hadn’t turned. I’m gonna die! Falling back as the blade advanced.

In a flash the forest quieted, and we both stilled.

Drip...Drip...Drip

Something wet and sticky dripped on my muzzle, sliding down to coat my tongue. Blood. Slowly my eyes cracked open. At my head, a long silver blade pierced the ground, close enough that the slightest movement forward would cut skin. Looking up, blood dripped down the hilt, at the other end Keir was still, blade piercing his throat right under his chin. Like a doll his body fell to the side, crumpling to the forest floor. The dagger fell from my mouth, and slowly I got to my feet.

He was dead.

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